Petey Pablo O It`s On Lyrics

O It`s On Lyrics



95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes

with Victoria Secret panties crammin that ass hole

throwin the crooked finger ddd- ridin the west coast

giv em' some real soldiers 

y'all son of bitches, hoes

I called it like i called it

think im wrong, step forward 

and get yo mind pushed in a science class bucket

she in to tough talkin now that 50 got on

quit fantisizing bout that man, and live on

you aint neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you too long

probly still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya

tonite were gettin closure,im pointin out folks

pullin niggaz cards, exposin what ya hold

im sorry if it feels you dont know me no more

just had some shit on my mind,in my chest i had to get off

you cant judge a mutha fuckin book by its cover 

but i can spot a bitch a mile away

pardon me brotha



chorus



o its on, get at me, bitch i wont slap the shit outcha 

whacho want, Drag, cummon, bring all the bitches

o its on, get it, bitch i wont slap the shit whacho want, drag, cummon, bring
all the bitches

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o its on, get it, bitch i wont slap the shit whacho want, drag cummon get ya
some, mutha fuchas



verse 2





These niggaz catchin feelings

they aint men they women

and he gay cuz he wit em and he trying to defend em

So i say we should expose these hoes

i think our fans should know they gon shoot up yo shows

its on know ya'll can cummon down 

i got a desert eagle wit a silencer 

i swear it make no sound

a 4-5 calibur with some bullets that so round

50 took a look at it and told me to slow down

petey you need me nigga just holla and i got ya 

throw on some frank sinatra and order me some pasta  

they fuckin with some mobstas

see we can get it done, and i bet you at his funeral

nobody gon come

i ain't here to be beefin wit no nigga to get a name

if you pussie and show yo panties, im pullin out my thang

got a habit of smackin faggots with semi-automatics

you niggas in trouble

buck and petey back at it its on!



(chorus)



if you jump off in the club its a jump off in the club 

she can tow up just get tore up like i give a good fuck 

all the champagne i don bought but yall don paid for this chair

that im fittin to take and break acros this son of bitch head

look at bonecrusher very first verse he don read (10 ton(

thats on everything i love to drop then

fuckin round get a main artery cut in half 

blood gushin out the side of ur neck bleedin to death 

needin a paramedic to reconnect n piecen you back together 

i don seen it happen too many times out here, hate it man

its gettin crucial out here n you takin this shit for granite

pussy punk, panty wearin mascara faggot 

blowpop suckin ass,juicy fruity crooked man 

molested as a child, by the babysitter daddy 

backstabbin motherfuckin crabs in a barell 

i cant stand em, but i bet i can handle em